Beginning’s: Hoarding’s Pretense

My mom: Depression era. Unhappy childhood. A strong sense of the dollar. Garage sales. Buying things on the cheap, a real bargain. Then holding sales to make the profit. All seemed fine years ago. My dad was alive then. He imposed limits on how much came in and saw what was squirreled away.

My dad died in 1997. After that assumptions were made. Wrong assumptions.

Saying Goodbye

I started this blog to emotionally vent off after several years caring for my dying mother, who was a massive hoarder. It has evolved from grieving the loss of my mom, to cleaning up her massive hoarding mess, to taking on the care of my hoarding Auntie...to her hospice death, to our grieving of her loss and into the cleanup of her massive hoarding home. We have had little respite for several years. We are not unique or worse off than many. I simply write now and then to share, to let go, to maybe help. There is as much wisdom in the comments on this blog than from anything I write. Remarkable visitors.